crushed by childhood palms
crackled like crickets unbound
sprinkled top mud cakes
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Oneg In The Arctic
A queer storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices
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Is This a Rabbit Hutch Or An Apartment?
“Shut up. Yeah, you, up there!” I'm tired of pounding the ceiling with a broomstick. “Hello, Mike. I’ll get right to the point. Can you make the guy above me quiet down? I have to get up early for work, and he's banging on the floor—fucking! Get him a bed. Why am I calling you? You’re the landlord. Did you forget? Do not dare send your 'apartment manager' brother—he stole my antique Christmas ornaments, remember? I got them back after you both said they were taken to the dump, and then they suddenly reappeared when I wouldn't pay the rent. I’m not paying rent until this noise problem is fixed."
By Andrea Corwin about 14 hours ago in Poets
Comments (7)
This is such a good Hiku Oneg! How it describes the environment through the act of a child playing with what is available to them (mud and crunchy leaves) INSPIRED!
Cute as Hell. :3
I love this! Nice take on the challenge,
Delightful! Hope you place; so unique! Loved it.
Love the last tasty image Oneg! 😊 Hope you have been going well. 👍
ha! a childhood delicacy 💙
Adorable